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About Palermo

But lordy, the stink of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation thicker than my hairdo! I reckon it’d surprise ya how normal it feels to them gals, though. “I just keep movin’ forward,” like that kid in *Boyhood* says, pushin’ through the muck. Me, I’d probly trip over my own sequins tryin’ to sashay outta there! Ha! Ain’t I a mess? Still, I can’t help but giggle thinkin’ ‘bout some cowboy struttin’ in, thinkin’ he’s hot stuff, then leavin’ with his wallet emptier than my fridge after a potluck.

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So, I’m feeling good, right? I stroll down Via Roma, soaking in the vibes. The cobblestones are all uneven, and I almost trip. Classic me. But then I see this street performer near the old church, Sant’Ambrogio. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s kinda magical. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod like I just changed his life.

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